It's a shame that I left him
And went away.
He who was the heart of the universe
The nicest colour
And more beautiful than the most beautiful.
I haven't forgotten his good deeds.
And it's hard to forget
I'm being harsh on you, my son
On the sparkle in your eyes
But I'm not being harsh on him
I see him when I sleep wounded.
And his wounds are transparent,
Filled with words.
And they are ashamed
They reveal the secret
Of those who have gone or are leaving
From the injustice of these days!
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